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AwakeÂ
Something about that quiet companionship in the dark was a comfort to us as children, and again as mothers, too. When you stop sleeping, really stop sleeping except for forty-five minutes or an hour...
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Riding Away
By Elrena Evans Giddy with anticipation, I trade a wad of cash in exchange for two secondhand bikes and load them into the trunk of the minivan. The baby snoozes peacefully in his car seat while my...
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The Intertidal Zone
By Jessica Johnson My aquarium-going habit started when I was twenty-four during a family visit to Boston for my brother’s college graduation. His degree was in music, and I had swerved from studying...
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What Good Moms Do
By Marie Anderson Griff and Gannon tiptoed to the sparkling Christmas tree in their dad’s family room. Behind the tree, early morning darkness pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The boys...
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They Are Not Half Sisters
By Stephanie Sprenger I believe with all my heart that my children will never regard each other as half of anything. A row of three-year-old ballerinas clad in leotards fidget at the barre, a gangly...
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A Birthday In The Park
By Lori Wenner The din of the birthday party seemed to fade as a cloud of primary-colored balloons drifted high above the treetops, slowly disappearing into the azure sky. We’d enjoyed birthday cake,...
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How To Cut a Lemon
By Joelyn Suarez In the days after I gave birth to my son, Mosley, we spent most of our time skin-to-skin. I lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by pillows, my hospital gown untied and opened so that...
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A Brother Lost
By Laura Richards I was five and he was three. I stared at the tiny black and white photo of a sad little boy with pleading eyes standing on a metal folding chair, a number pinned to his sweater....
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Can I Get a Witness?
By Brett Paesel I have a three-year-old son, and I’ve come to the conclusion that raising a young child involves long stretches of boredom interrupted by flashes of terror and bursts of supernatural...
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He Has Autism
By Jennifer Smyth After her 8th birthday party in October, my big hearted, brown eyed daughter, Holly, decided this was the year she wanted to educate her classmates about Autism, and more specifically...
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